Mag-log inAmelia's povMy breath stilled.The woman Alwina calls her mother steps into the room and stops only a foot from the altar. And even though her eyes were clouded, so lifeless in their milky haze, I felt them pin me down harder than the shackles did. It was like she could see right through my soul.
Amelia's povMy heart squeezed painfully with a mix of fear and fury. Tears burned hotter, spilling helplessly down my temples. I wanted to say something so badly but nothing manages to come out but a whimper. What she was planning was sick and twisted. Her smirk widen when she sees my expression
Amelia's povMy entire body went cold. Sister?The word didn't even make sense in my head. It echoed there, twisting and bending as I tried to process it through the haze in my head. Through the damn drugs still fogging my mind.She steps out of the shadows fully, each movement disturbingly similar
Bryson's povSmoke clawed at my throat as I ran through the forest. The fire was not slowing down at all and if anything, it felt like it was spreading hungrily as it crawl up trunks and gambol across branches like it had a mind of its own.There were still hunters out here. Fighting them off slowed
Emily's pov Lester's flinch was small, but it was there. His jaw clenched, throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. His eyes flicked from Damon to the blood on his own hands as if he couldn't believe it himself either."I had to," he repeated, voice breaking again. " I had to do it or they would've kil
Emily's povHis wolf stumbled again, legs nearly buckling beneath Rayne's small weight. A raw shattered whine ripped from his chest. It was the kind of sound that didn't come from the pain of a physical wound but from something deeper. It came from his soul.His paws trembled against the burning ear







